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Last time on Memories of Krillin and #18…

"There.  This is Mark and this is Michael."  #18 said taking Mark while Krillin held Michael.

"They're beautiful #18."  Bulma said.

#18 smiled.

"Thank you."  She said.

"Come on guys, we should let #18 get her rest."  Bulma said as they left and Krillin and #18 fell asleep holding their new baby boys.

Now on Memories of Krillin and #18…

A few days later #18 was sent home with her baby boys…a few years passed of dirty diapers and exhaustion.

The boys were now six years old.  They were still a bit of a handfull since they learned to walk but #18 and Krillin were doing well enough.

"Mark!"  #18 yelled through the house looking for her son.

"Um…hey momma."  Mark said nervously.

#18 tapped her foot sternly.

Mark sighed.  He walked past his mother to his room.

"And I don't want to see you until it's clean."  #18 said walking into the livingroom.

"Why doesn't Micheal have to clean?"  Mark complained.

"Because Micheal already cleaned his room."  Krillin said from the doorway.

Krillin walked out to the livingroom.

"Where is Micheal?"  Krillin asked.

"Where do you think?"  #18 asked with a laugh.

Krillin nodded.

Outside Micheal was building a sandcastle.  He was always outside during his free time.  It was kind of odd since he had a twin.  He loved being alone. 

Mark on the other hand always had to have his brother with him.  It was as though he wouldn't survive without him.  #18 thought it was funny that Mark was so outgoing and yet needed his brother with him, while Michael loved being alone and yet was very quiet.

Krillin walked outside to sit next to his son.

"Whatcha building?"  He asked.

Michael turned around happily.

"It's a castle!  And this, this is the dragon!"  Michael said excitedly pointing to a pile of dirt.

Krillin smiled.

"INCOMING!"  A voice called from above.

It was followed by a loud scream before Goten landed with Marron screaming in his arms.

Krillin stood up and smiled.

"Hey daddy."  Marron said a little overwhelmed.

"Hey firefly."  He said giving his only daughter a hug.

Marron walked up to Michael.

"Hey kiddo."  She said.

"Hey Marron."  He answered before going back to work.

"Where's Mark?"  Marron asked.

"Cleaning his room."  Krillin said.

Marron nodded.

"How can you tell them apart?"  Goten asked.

"Because they're my brothers."  Marron said.

Mark suddenly came running outside.

"MARRON!"  He yelled running up to his big sister.

She held out her arms and picked him up.

"Hey!  How are you?"  Marron asked.

Mark frowned.

"Cleaning."  He said as though it were the end of the world.

Marron sat him back down with a laugh.

"Daddy you're working these poor kids to death."  Marron joked.

"Mark, is your room clean?"  #18 asked.

Mark nodded.

"So, I could go in and check it right now?"  #18 asked.

Mark nodded again.

"Good."  #18 said with a smile.

Mark smiled proudly.

"Come on Michael!  Let's train!"  Mark said excitedly.

Michael smiled.

"Sure!"  He said jumping up and running at his brother.

Goten sat and watched the two.

"Hey Mikey!  Keep your guard up!"  Goten called.

Michael nodded.

"Thanks Goten!"  He yelled back.

Mark sighed.

"Come on."  He said trying to kick his brother.

They continued their spar until Marron announced she and Goten had to leave.

"Awww."  The boys said sadly.

"I'll be back kiddos."  Marron said ruffiling their hair.

"See ya!"  Goten called picking up Marron and flying off as the twins and their parents waved.

"I got an idea!"  Mark declaired.

"What?"  Michael asked.

"We could enter the tournament!"  Mark said.

Michael rolled his eyes.

"Are you nuts?  We're not strong enough!"  Michael protested.

"But, Goten could help us!  He could train us and we'll try next year!"  Mark said excitedly.

"Why not momma?"  Michael asked.

Mark thought a moment.

"I guess that would be easier…we would just be in the junior division anyway."  Mark said.

Michael smiled as Mark agreed.

"We'll ask momma later and train!"  Both boys smiled and high-fived.

What do you think?  Any comments?  R&R please!  Thanks!

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